sensual central
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paper to porcelain
pressed and smoothed to delicate delight
this is her face
her neck smells of orchards of orchids
dressed and soothing
to a man like me
i massage her legs
and she moans in a language
that only we know
she gives my lips a squeeze and gentle twist
and i know that i've been kissed
forever
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